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Can I make a request? A new female glader arrives -- the first and only one ever -- and immediately plots an escape. Only one problem -- the boys are all obese/morbidly obese and too lazy to pull off her plan, so she has to kick them into gear and falls for morbidly obese Newt (who's the fattest and laziest of the lot and is always cheating the diet she has the boys on) as she forces them into shape.

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New Hairstyles (Minho?)

*Requested by Anonymous* Request/Description: Can you please make an imagine where it's the readers first day as a runner and she gets lost in the maze? She still makes it out in time but her hair gets stuck in the doors and she has to stay there for the night. You can decide how to take it from there. *There wasn't a real pairing so I just put Minho since that's who she spends most of the time with* Warnings: None Word count: 1359 *** "You sure you're ready for this, Y/N?" Mjnho quirks an eyebrow at you with his hands on his hips as you stretch your legs. "I guess we'll see, won't we?" To be honest, you weren't sure at all, no matter how much confidence you fiend. Your first time out as a Runner, in the maze, no less, was a little nerve wracking to say the least. What if, for the first time ever, a Griever was out during the day and you became Griever stew? It was almost too much to think about. As you and Minho made pointless, silly jabs at each other, the Maze doors creaked open painfully slow; the concrete grinding sound was as familiar as your own voice. But this time, you got to enter the Maze itself. Into the heart of the beast itself. The Maze was exactly how you expected it. Confusing, twisting, and utterly, terrifyingly, beautiful. Vines twisted their way up the walls like hands reaching for the sky. The cracks in the wall pulled against themselves, only ripping a bigger gap in the walls thick concrete. "Okay Y/N, this is where we part," Minho says over his shoulder to you, stopping at the end of a wide two way split. Your hearts rhythm picks up; whether out of excitement or fear you didn't know, though you were leaning more towards fear. Minho continues. "Be back here at least five minutes before the doors close. They won't wait for you." You nod, your throat tight. You could do this, you could. Or at least that's what you were telling yourself. Minho notices your discomfort and steps up to you, relaxing his arms. "Hey if you're not ready we can wait another week," he says surprisingly gently. "No!" you blurt. You had to do this for yourself, and you were ready. You hadn't prepared for months just to chicken out. "I'll be okay." Minho nods and backs up a little, giving you a small wave before he turned to run down his side of the Maze. You watched until his figure retreated and then you were on your own. Great. You start running down the confusing Maze corridors. While you were running, it seemed more about not getting lost than it did about finding a way out of the Glade. How did Minho do both so easily? Your half of the Maze was one that you'd studied over and over on the maps. This would've been a good thing if you had realized to pay more attention to the paths that wandered into Minhos side. One wrong turn and you were lost. "Okay I know this," you whispered to yourself. "Right, left. Straight, um...Right." The image in your mind of the map became a little more fuzzy as the seconds went by and as you ran on. Soon enough, it was gone completely. You let out a heavy sigh and slowed to a walk. Resting your hands on your knees, you tried not to think about the consequences of not getting back on track. Grievers. Ultimate death. Hooray. So you kept running. And running. And running. Soon enough you were sure you were more lost than you were before. Great. A creeping panic started to inch its way up to your throat, ready to strangle you with its greedy hands. "Breathe, Y/N," you told yourself in a gasp. You sucked in an unsteady breath and let out a short exhale. Apparently your breathing wasn't working very well either. After hours of screaming for Minho, knowing it was beyond useless because of the sheer size of the Maze, you gave up and slid your back down the wall. This was it. Stuck in the middle of the Maze and the sun was going to set soon. Meaning the doors were going to close. And that the Grievers would come out to play. Some annoying voice in the back of your head kept pushing at you, telling you to get back up and keep going. But you were tired. "Y/N!" It was faint, but you were sure you'd heard it. Your name being called, and not by just one person. "Y/N!" It seemed the whole Glade was calling your name. You were close. Really close. The small amount of energy left in your muscles pushed you forward, towards the sound of their voices. Some pathways looked familiar now, and you raced ahead, new hope flooding your heart. Then they were there. Just in front of you. The boys cupped their hands around their mouths and screamed for you to run. Their only limit the line between the Glade and the Maze. It was up to you now. The ever familiar whoosh of wind and grinding of stone filled your ears and you ran faster. You were going to make it. And you did. You pushed your body between the two stone slabs just as they slammed shut. You would've fallen to the ground out of exhaustion...if the doors hadn't shut your hair in between them. The Gladers surrounded you in a big hug and asked you what went wrong. You were too focused on your hair to reply though. Soon the Gladers caught on and some started laughing. "Guess we'll just have to cut it off!" Alby laughed loudly. Some cheered at that but you shot them a glare. "Touch my hair and it'll be the last thing you shanks do," you growl, tugging at the caught strands. "Guess she's sleeping out here then," Chuck laughed. You sighed. He was right. "But I can't even lay down," you groaned. "And I can't sleep upright." Everyone was quiet for a moment before Minho smirked a little. "You know the scissors really aren't that far away..." "Yeah, bring them here, actually. I think you could use a haircut." You narrowed your eyes playfully at your friend. Minho gasped and took a step back from you. "I can't believe you said that. The Maze changed you, Y/N." He wiped a fake tear away and walked off chuckling. Soon all the Gladers departed, having nothing they could do for you. Newt and Thomas hauled out a tall chair from Frypans kitchen for you. You thanked them and sat in it gratefully. The sun had already gone down and your only source of light was the bright moon. Thomas crossed his arms and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Want us to stay with you?" You rolled your eyes and tried to shake your head. "No. But some water would be great." Newt left and came back quickly with a water bottle. You downed it thirstily and handed it back to him. "Thanks." Then they went to bed and you were alone for the entire night. It was warm enough and the only sounds were the Grievers far off in the Maze somewhere. When the sun finally poked back up over the Maze walls, you breathed a sigh of relief. The doors would open soon and you could have your hair back. A few of he boys had already woken up and we're getting to work, including Alby. He stalked over to you with a smile that said he was trying not to laugh. Minho and Thomas joined him a couple of minutes later, Chuck in tow. Finally, the groan of the stone on stone walls moving made you smile. You hopped off the chair you were on and Chuck put it to the side. When the doors had opened completely, you gripped your hair possessively, brushing through it with your fingers. "Hey Chuck? Would you mind getting me those scissors Minho mentioned?" You shot a glare at Minho through the corner of your eye. "I want to see how good I am at cutting someone's hair." Chucks eyes went wide with excitement and he raced off to grab the scissors. Minho just laughed and shook his head. "I can already tell by the state of your hair that you're not very good at it." He smirked and you shook your head with a slow smile. "Then you'd better start running."

Hope everything's going well! Please come back we love you

Everything's going good. And I love you guys too! Just focusing on school at the moment

More newt imagines please! We love it!

I might work on some soon!

I'd just like you to know that I'm in absolute love with your Maze Runner fics❤❤❤. They either have me giggling hysterically/grinning maniacally or cooing and blushing up a storm😍! Keep on writing and I hope you have an absolutely fantabulous day😙

Thank you! This is really cute :) I'm super glad you like my imagines and I'm hoping to get back into writing soon though I'm not sure when I will. Thanks for reading them!

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Thank you!!! Glad I'm one of your favorites!

Burns (Newt)

{I think this was an anonymous request, but I also may have lost the username to the requester. If this was your idea send me a message and I'd be happy to give you credit!} Request/description: I don't really know if someone asked this but,here: Newt seeing your hands with marks because of the cooking learning you had gone through in the glade and taking care of your new injury. Warnings: None Word count: 1078 *** "Ouch!" you yelp and pull your hand close to your heart. You send a glare to the sizzling pan that nearly roasted your finger to medium rare. You let out a tired sigh and step to the cluttered sink. Turning the water on to as frigid it would go, you push a couple pots and pans out of the way to make room for your hand. The water feels good on your blistering finger, making soothing waves of relief flow over it. "Again, Greenie?" Frypan lets out an exasperated breath and shakes his head. "Sorry," you mutter and push your eyes closed, still feeling the heat seeping out of your finger. "I guess cooking isn't the thing for me." Frypan tilts his head to the side and studies you for a moment, resting against the countertop. "No, I wouldn't say that you're a natural, but you could always learn." You frown. Did you want to learn how to work in the kitchens after all of the burns you had just acquired? You stare at the red sensitive blisters on both your arms and hands. They would take weeks to heal, and even at that, you'd always be getting more if you worked here. It just seemed a little pointless, actually. When you didn't answer, Frypan tossed the dirty rag that had been resting on his shoulder into the sink. "You go get patched up, Greenie. I'll finish here." You stopped rotating your hand under the cool water and looked up to him with curiosity. "Really? Thanks!" After the thought of something to take the heat out of the burns, you hurriedly turned off the water and took off the stained white apron. Frypan gave one last chuckle and shake of his head as you practically flew out the door. Trying to remember where the med-jacks were located, you wandered around the wide Glade a bit, glancing into some of the buildings at the working boys. You located the Slicers and Builders, but you still were lost when it came to the Med-jacks. On your right you started to pass the Gardens when a familiar face stopped you. "Hey, Greenie. What're you holding your hand like that for?" Newt wiped sweat from his forehead and sat up from his kneeling position in the dirt. He looked like he had just rolled around in the soil instead of pulling weeds from it. His hair was disheveled and streaks of dirt followed his hairline. Smudges of mud chased his cheekbones and his hands were nearly black with the damp earth covering them. He was quite the site. "Looking for the -Med-jacks, actually," you reply and stand a little taller, letting your hand you were cradling fall to your side. When you lowered it however, you could feel your pulse beating against the wounds sides. Without even realizing it, you had instinctively lifted it back to your chest. "What for?" Concern creased his brow and he wiped his hand across it again, leaving another defined smudge. You held your arms out to him, rotating them so he could see the ridiculous burns you'd earned. You almost wanted to laugh, but instead you winced. "What on earth has Frypan been doing? Making you handle coals?" Newt wiped his dirty hands on his knees and stepped up to you. He gently took a closer inspection of your arms. "No," you laugh humorously. "Turns out I'm just really bad around heat. Or hot things in general." Once he looked back to your eyes, you lowered your arms. "Well I bet I have something better than the Med-jacks. Give me a minute, yeah? I'll meet you at one of Frypans tables." You nodded, wondering what he could possibly have that the Med-jacks didn't. You shrugged and made your way back to Frypans kitchen, only you sat outside of it this time, at one of the freshly cleaned tables. Newt didn't take long, maybe a minute or two. You saw him jogging towards you with his fingers wrapped around something green with what looked like little thorns on the sides. He took a seat next to you and laid the green strips on the table. You eyed them. A memory itched at the inside of your skull but you hit a solid wall, like you always did. With a sigh, you held out your arms once again. "What is that?" You eyed the green plant that Newt was hovering over one of your many burns. His eyes met yours but went back to your arm. "Aloe Vera. It's a plant that helps with burns." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he squeezed the plant and a thick green gel plopped onto your arm, instantly making your burn feel a hundred times cooler than the water ever did. You let out a small gasp and Newt chuckled. Newt kept doing this, to every one of the angry red marks on your skin. You couldn't believe what relief a simple gel brought; you were just glad it did. Maybe they wouldn't take as long to heal now. After Newt used every piece from the plant he had, he sat back, relaxed. "Better?" He crossed his arms with a satisfied grin. "Much, thank you." The Aloe Vera seemed to be soaking into your skin, regardless of how much he'd put on in the first place, but you could still feel the effects long after your skin had dried. "Why couldn't the Med-jacks have done that?" You ask, curious. Newts brow shot up, amused. "Oh, they could've done that, probably much better than I did too. But I wanted to spend time with you and use that buggin' plant for once." You didn't know what to do at first, stay silent or smile, but you surprised yourself by laughing. "Well thank you for that." Newt had a content smile on his face as he watched your eyes light up. "You'll probably want some more tomorrow, and you know where to find me." Did he know you well enough already that he knew you wouldn't go to the Med-jacks? Probably. He seemed sure of it anyways, and you'd be darned if he wasn't right. A silly thought popped into your mind as he started walking away. If you became a cook with Frypan, maybe you could suffer a few burns. After all, Newt made everything seem just a little bit better.

I still think you're amazing xxxxxx look after yourself love

❤️ Thanks Anon!

It's okay, we understand. Your imagines are and will always be amazing but we understand that people have lives outside of tumblr. Take care 😄

Thanks for understanding, Anon! I really wish I could keep doing this because I love it, but I can't. I'm not done writing!! Just taking a break I guess.

Important

So obviously I haven't posted for a long while. I'm not sure if I'll be posting a whole lot anymore, actually. I'll be working on a few imagines here and there but I really don't have the time like I used to. I'm really sorry to all of you who requested, but I guess I just can't keep up. I really love this blog and all of you but I'm not going to be active for a while. I love you guys and hope you understand.

#mine #don't hate me #I'm honestly really sorry #but I can't do this a whole lot anymore #I love this blog and all of you guys but #I do have my own life

10 questions

Ask 10 Questions and Tag 10 People

I was tagged by @subject-a0

1. What was the last movie you saw?  Maleficent, and it was pretty great.

2. What was the last show you watched?  The Walking Dead.

3. What was the last song you listened to?  Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men.

4. What was the last book you read? 

I just re-read Shifting by Bethany Wiggins. If you haven’t heard of her, check her out she’s pretty great.

5. What was the last thing you ate? 

Soup with crackers (It was a disgusting soup that I’m thoroughly regretting at the moment).

6. If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be? 

Hangin’ with my big brother somewhere.

7. If you could pick a decade to travel back in time, what would it be?

Idk man is there a decade where mermaids existed ‘cause I wanna join them.

8. If you won the lotto and won millions in cash, what would be the first thing you would do? 

Pay for mine and my brothers college costs and then give the rest to my parents because lets be honest I cant handle that much money.

9. Which fictional character would you like to hang out with for a day? 

Either Stiles Stilinski or Minho. I feel like with either of them we could cause a whole lot of chaos.

10. What was the last fandom you joined?  Teen Wolf because I couldn’t resist seeing more of Dylan O’Brien.

I tag: @invader1298, @gladerintheglade @hello-letsbeamazingshallwe @imaginatorglader @just-another-runner-in-the-maze @mxze-rxnner

@scott-is-mccallin-me @flareflavoredpancakes @mrsbrodie-sangster @shipping-sugar-spice

Not sure if you guys have been tagged or not yet, but I just tagged you because you’re either one of my favorite blogs or an amazing follower! Also I'm not sure what happened with the bold and regular text when I tagged people but it doesn't mean anything I'm just too tired to fix it atm.

#mine #text post #tagged #about me #ten questions

hey there omg i just read all ur imagines in ur masterlist n im DYIN u r such a good writer i just had to tell u that 💖

This is so sweet! Thank you!

These are the lies (Newt)

{Requested by @iwannabekilledtwice} Request/description: HOLA!!! I was wondering if you could make an imagine about newt based on the song "these are the lies" by the cab, please??? Warnings: None Word count: 351 A/N: I'm so sorry it's short I couldn't think of what to write! *** Newt laid restlessly in his hammock. "I don't need her," he whispered to himself. Images of you flashed through his mind and he shook his head. "I've moved on and I don't even love her anymore." But of course, Newt knew he was lying to himself. He tossed and turned all night, trying to push away the thoughts of you. But it didn't work. It never had. In the morning, Newt tried to pay no attention to you. He avoided you whenever he could and didn't look at your direction. He caught himself multiple times turning to tell you something funny or to ask you something about the plants you were both working on. He just couldn't do this could he? It was just another day like the last. He missed you all day and then at night he'd lie to himself and say he didn't. But he needed those lies. They were keeping him alive in a sort of way. Keeping him sane. This went on for weeks. He didn't know how many, the days all blended together. But eventually, he'd had enough. "Y/N?" he asks loudly as he walks up behind you. You stand up from your crouched position in the Gardens and turn to look at him. "Newt?" As soon as he reaches you, his eyes soften and he stares into yours longingly. "I need to talk to you." Your heart jumps a beat and you let your arms hang loosely crossed. "Okay," you say curiously. He scratches the back of his head and he looks at the ground for a moment before his eyes flicker back to yours. "I don't know if I can do this without you, Y/N. I'm about to lose it. I miss you and I need you." You bite your lip and a small smile somehow makes its home on your lips. You nod and step closer. "I've been thinking the same things, Newt." You lean up on your tiptoes and gently press your mouth to his, finally feeling complete.

Aha so playing baby do you love me at the next party Love your work, hope life is being good to you

Thank you so much! And I would too, Baby do you love me is a really fun and awkward game haha

Love your Frypan backstory in 7 minutes xxxx

Thanks! I'm actually planning on doing an imagine on that at some point :)

hugh-dancy-archived

just wondering, what did tmz say that was not accurate? and what actually happened to dylan, cuz one source says that he was hit by a car and he got multiple bones broken, and then a couple other articles state that he just fell off a train on set, and just broke his cheekbone or something near his socket...? I'm really confused.

Okay so tmz stated he was severely injured with multiple broken bones cos he got run over by a car which is false because he fell off a set that was supposed to look like the back of a train and its unknown if he broke his cheek bone or orbital socket which are both very painful and take 6 weeks or less to heal fully

#this makes more sense

What happened to Dylan?!!?? Omg!!

From what I've heard and read, he was doing a stunt or scene with a car and it hit him. Some people are saying he was 'run over' but I'm not exactly sure. It only happened yesterday and I'm really hoping they'll give us more information on how he's doing. I feel so bad!

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